We’d always shared this wild attraction, me and her. Since she was eighteen. The air became thick and charged between us. I stepped toward her. She didn’t retreat, though I detected a glint of fear in her dark, upturned eyes. I leaned into her personal space, a breath away from the shell of her ear. No need for her daughter to accidentally hear the depraved man in their apartment. “No condoms, Casablancas. We exchange clear medical sheets, you get on the pill, and you’ve got yourself a deal.”
